The Problem with Plastic

This is my new image for the night, it’s called “Riches”. I was fascinated with the way the light came through the marble and illuminated little flecks of red on the shell. It was pretty quick painting. A study, really.
Strangely enough, though, my blog tonight isn’t about art, it’s more along the family lines. I’ve been worried a lot about my kids lately. My son’s got a high fever today,
and it really got me thinking about what kind of world they are going to grow up in. I keep hearing of all these cases of little babies and young children having cancer, and I find it terrifying. Why? Why so young? What are we doing that is making these little ones sick? I’ve come across a lot of things. I mean there’s the obvious things, chemicals, bad air quality, etc…but what about closer to home, and I have found more and more articles about the dangers of plastic. Did you know that plastic coats the inside of tin cans, juice boxes, take-out cups, milk jugs. 90% of the things we buy at the supermarket have some form of plastic in, on or around them.
I found a lot of good information on a site called lifewithoutplastic.com. It explains a lot about the different forms of plastic, and how dangerous they are. Today I threw out all of my Teflon frying pans, baking dishes, and bagged up all of my tupperware. I am, as of now, making a resolution to not buy products that have plastic in them that will touch my food or drink.

Published by Tahirih Goffic

After a tumultuous past as a goat milker, laundress, fine art major, waitress and restaurant owner, I've now downscaled to running my own Cafe/Gallery in an effort to maintain a social life and make a few bucks. I live a ridiculously idyllic existence in a fairytale village called Bella Coola on the West Coast of British Columbia with my charming musician husband, two amazingly creative children, and a dog whose favourite past time is eating rotten dead fish and rolling in poo. In my not so spare time I love to invent healthy whole food recipes, write YA fiction, play guitar, or curl up in my favourite chair with a great book and a gigantic mug of strong black coffee, all while daydreaming of living in Ireland...

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